If To Live Is To Progress, If

I Had Spent Years Thinking About One Thing While I Was Doing Another. I Had, In Fact, Prided Myself On Being Able To Do Two Things At Once.

Because Your Goal Is A Complete Rough Draft Of A Novel, And Every Rough Draft, By Being Complete, Is Perfect.

Many Said That Now There Was No Hope Of Salvation, For A Man Might Do Anything And Be In The Wrong. There Was No Way To Tell. It Was Better To Stay On The Steading And Mind The Cows And Be Content With Such Days As Are Left To One And Cease To Wonder About Life Everlasting.

Oh, That Sound? I'm In The Hot Tub, Reading A Novel.

My Mom Was Paranoid About My Safety.